Though Stella heard P tell her to find the bottles in the fridge and sober up, she had mumbled a low, [color=A9D4F7]"I don't wanna,"[/color] and continued her search for booze. Much to her disdain, she hadn't located a single bottle but, then again, this was a Day Care and P had probably relocated the liquor by now. What a shame, that. She knew very well that a good ol' hangover was headed her way. Finally she turned then set her gaze upon Rusty, who was drinking tap water out of a sippy cup-- gross. Wait, that was his name, right? Stella had been half-listening half-gorging upon the box of frosted flakes. There had been a lot of yelling and a lot of cursing, from what she could tell, and someone else had walked in as well. While she stared in Rusty in silence, Stella considered the fact that there was just a lot going on-- more than was usual perhaps-- so now seemed to be as good a time as any.
	
	[color=A9D4F7]"Hi,"[/color] Stella said to Rusty, through a mouthful of frosted flakes, [color=A9D4F7]"I'm Stella. I'm the last unicorn. I'm going to go find pants now."[/color] Without waiting for response or reply, because in her honest-unicorn-opinion, Rusty looked both high as a cloud and a pile of hairy shit all in one-- a septic tank explosion even-- and she didn't expect him to reply in a proper manner, Stella began walking toward P's room. She had to tell a lot of people that she was the last Unicorn because, as the "face" of World Region 45-6 on TUU's division scheme, Stella was the forerunner for the "last unicorn" myth while the others were hidden in the background, blending in, and generally having a good low-key time. Stella hated having been chosen this time around but, it only seemed to happen every couple hundred years for her. Eventually she would shift her appearance, disappear, move to another region, and a new "last unicorn" would be selected for their area. As it stood, she was currently one of a "few" on the North American continent and no-- she didn't exactly know how many "lasts" there were at the moment. No one knew. Not because of "security" purposes but, because it was raffled out precisely like bingo, chosen over a game of blind darts, or selected via TUU "recreational" events-- her own culture was both so complex and silly that it made her head hurt sometimes.

	But anyway. 

Now that her mind was unfuzzing from the apparently pants-torchingly amazing night, Stella recalled how much fun the others had doing their drugs and whatnot-- trippin' and such. Part of her was tempted to try one of the pills herself, but Stella knew damn well better than that. Unicorn physiology processed things differently than most of the other [i]strangelings[/i]-- [color=A9D4F7]"That's not a word..."[/color] she whispered to herself, finally reaching P's room. Right-- anyway, the point of that train of thought was that a Unicorn on drugs was Not A Good Thing™ and Stella had done that once. Opium was once a big damn deal in China, around the time she was a Shenjiying, after all, and it was solely responsible for the dreaded Rainbow Rifle incident-- a tale told at TUU meetings for a good laugh. How else would that gunpowder have gotten mixed in with the ground pepper? It made cooking... a bang.

	And also resulted in a minor extremely damaging avalanche.
		And slight cannibalism.
			
	But to be fair, Wanda and Bruno already hated each other anyway, so it was only natural they'd end up biting out eachother's throats in a drug induced fury, right? Too bad they both survived because it made every TUU dinner with them two present into one long stand up comedy session-- they would never live that down. Snickering stupidly to herself, as she completely demolished P's wardrobe, Stella was so off into her own little world that she didn't hear anything else for a while. Well. That was until she found the [i]sequin one piece pants suit.[/i] Stella's box of frosted flakes fell to the floor and she gasped upon seeing it. Bright red, with a gradient to gold at the bottom of the legs, [i]and[/i] sparkling? Clearly this was meant for her. Stella held it up to herself and began mentally calculating the size... She would cast a spell to make herself [i]fit[/i] if she had to. This piece of clothing? Her's now.